Gods, Goddesses, and Mere Mortals

We exercise, eat organic, and some of us even buy new body parts. We cover up, and un-cover, what doesn’t work for us, with trips to the gym, spa or a friendly plastic surgeon. We have learned to honor the outside and since our bodies are a temple, why not remodel every once in a while? But if we are what we eat, are we whom we date?

Dare I suggest, that unhealthy dating shows up by slowing our brains and clogging our hearts? It won’t kill us, like a steady diet of fast food, but makes us less than the gods and goddess who reside in our mortal temples, (furnished or unfurnished). If our dating choices have us aging in dog years, could it be time to take a break, and check ourselves into Tbe Betty Ford Clinic and Day Spa, for a bit of Boytox and Girlhab?

So while lying around in a white robe, take some time to meditate on exactly why you are feeling like throwing in the spa towel. While clarifying your pores, clarify some of your personal positions. Maybe your back, along with your expectations, needs some adjusting.

We all want to feel special, especially by that special someone; but does being a special someone mean that we are truly a muse? That we inspire new thoughts, new pet names and new recipes? I don’t think so. If we date Mr. Pitt, and write him a poem, immortalizing him and then date Mr. Depp and write him a different poem, should Mr. Depp be hurt? Pretty words come from the spirit of the writer and it doesn’t take away from your originality if you pen a poem for everyone you date. So Johnny, get over it.

For instance, if you have taken up temporary occupancy in another temple, consider yourself lucky if he or she actually uses your real name in bed, instead of the proverbial “Honey”. (Of course, on Mount Olympus, most of us call out “God”, which makes it safer in case we slip up).

A particular noun is not necessarily particular to one person. Honey and Beloved, for example, are generic endearments. Everyone has a dating MO. It doesn’t mean we are bad; we are just ourselves. Just because he makes his famous Chicken Picatta for everyone doesn’t mean that it isn’t made especially for you. If her flower of choice is white roses, be happy you are the one receiving them. She might be choosing them because they show up in the dark. How romantic! You will know it is truly good for you because you feel truly good, and that is all that really matters.

So, boys and girls, it looks like we aren’t what we eat, nor are we whom we date. We bring ourselves to the table and our ways of dating are no reflection on who we are with. Our dating MO is who we are, and as long as we are in the best possible shape, we bring the best possibilities.




Dear Miss Kitty,
I just found out that my GF has been cheating on me. We have been together for 3 years and I thought I would marry this woman. She said it meant nothing and wants to get back together. I don’t know if I should believe her.
Fallen to Pieces



Dear Patsy Cline Fan,
Here is a kiss on the cheek. It won’t make the hurt go away, but at least you know you are not alone, and anyone who has ever been cheated on and is reading this, feels your pain. What to do is a tough one. If she said it meant “nothing”, why was she willing to risk you, for nothing? This is the question I have been waiting for. The big one.

So, boys and girls, here is a contest for you. “Why do people cheat”. Write me, help@dearmisskitty.com in 200-250 words. My panel of experts is looking for insight into the question of the century. Prize? Of course Darlings, dinner with me, At Fresco at the Beach and your answer will be published in the Valentine’s Day edition of the Daily Sound. Keep reading Fallen, help is on the way!

Have a naughty day!